turning the corner slowly she was not there as oft times before staring thought-filled into the dawdling Dodder today the sun also was hidden by darkening clouds flowing o'er the Dublin mountains weir wet heron hunting shy wren flit flying from bank to bank as you I view the heron at her post ne'er deep midst rapid rolling rills this year is almost spent and I seek her lost ne'er found beside our brazen brook
12/27/2007
lovely